Page 53 of Love Me

I can’t deny the way my heart rate speeds up at the sight of his gorgeous face. His body takes up the entire space of my doorway.

“Are you going to let me in?”

A smile stretches my lips as I take a step back. I don’t make it too far before Diego swoops in and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling my body to him. He dips his head, granting me a whiff of his cologne.

Hints of cedar wood, lavender, and his natural masculine scent mix. I inhale deeply.

My nipples pebble even before his lips reach mine. Once they do, however, my entire body ignites in a wave of passion. I stretch my arms up and around his neck. His hands move over my hips to my butt, squeezing it. I don’t miss the bulge that presses against my stomach.

I gasp in surprise when he bites my bottom lip.

“That’s for ignoring my calls,” he says against my lips.

The deep reprimand in his voice is obvious.

It makes my nipples harden even more, almost to the point of pain.

I shake my head and cover my face, not understanding all of the emotions coursing through me.

“Are you hiding your face from me?” he asks as he closes the door behind him.

He tugs at my wrists.

“No,” I say, backing away from him.

“What’s up, baby?”

God, does his voice have to be so smooth and deep? It’s like ever since we slept together, I can no longer deny how damn sexy my best friend is. Has always been if I’m being honest. But then, I didn’tknowfor sure what it was like to be with him.

Now I do and it was better than I could’ve imagined.

“Talk to me,” he says, moving in my direction.

“I can’t,” I admit.

The frown that appears on his face tightens a vice around my heart.

“You can always talk to me.”

“I know but …” I don’t know how to explain what’s going on in my mind. “I mean, I could always talk to you. Now I don’t know what our boundaries are. There’s so much going on in my head and I’ve had the urge at least ten times today to call my best friend and gush about it but that’s you and now we’re … we’re … something else.”

He approaches me, taking my wrists in his hand. “We’re still us.”

“Not really. I mean, I want to call my bestie and tell him all about this new guy I’m seeing but you’re him. How can I make that call?”

He twists his lips to the side. “You’ve never called me to brag about some guy you’re dating.”

“I know,” I admit. “I’ve never wanted to until now.” It sounds ridiculous but that’s my reality. I want to gush to my best friend about this new-ish relationship. “How can I do that? I can’t say all of that to your face.”

“Why can’t you?” he asks.

I give him a deadpan expression.

“Don’t believe me?”

“How in the world can I call you and—” He holds up his finger, stopping me.

He takes his cell phone out of the pocket of his black sweatpants. Before I can ask what he’s doing, my cell phone starts to ring from my kitchen.

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